Resultados para "Rose" en Suspense romántico

Rosie Saladay needs to get married—fast. The young widow needs help to protect her late husband's ranch, but no decent woman can live alone with a hired hand. With the wealthy Wesley Morris making a play for her land, Rosie needs a husband or she risks losing everything. So she hangs a sign at the local saloon: "Husband wanted. Apply inside. No conjugal rights."

After years of successfully hiding, the monster who tortured me for years has me in his grasp again. This time, Matello is even more determined to bend me to his will, to make me obey, to break me. What he doesn't realize is just how close I am to shattering. Not from the physical torment, but from not knowing what became of the three men who would tear down the world for me.

My father handed me over to the Bratva. Now I belong to Luka Dubinin. Older. Colder. Sin in a tailored suit. He doesn't force my submission. He seduces it with silence and steel. Builds me a studio. Watches me dance. Burns me alive with every glance. I swore I'd never break. Never beg. Never love a man like him. But I crave his voice. His touch. His darkness. His power. He shields me with bullets. Loves me like war—violent and absolute. I should escape. Instead, I made a vow behind locked doors. Not of love. Not of freedom. But of surrender… and survival.

After six years in captivity, forced to fight for survival, I thought I'd seen the darkest depths of humanity. The cartel broke me, forging a ruthless weapon from my shattered pieces. Not even freedom can heal those wounds. Embroiled in an international criminal investigation to dismantle the ring that trafficked me, I have the chance to get justice for all the women who didn't escape. But the road to redemption is bloody, littered with violence and dark secrets that may derail our case before we apprehend the man responsible for so much suffering.

Vuelve Rosa Montero con La carne, una intriga emocional que nos habla del paso del tiempo, del miedo a la muerte, del fracaso pero también de la esperanza, de la necesidad de amar y de la gloriosa tiranía del sexo, de la vida entendida como un lance fugaz en el que hay que devorar o ser devorado.

En un mundo donde nada es lo que parece, con bandas rivales enfrentadas, dos personalidades opuestas se verán condenadas a entenderse. Donde hubo fuego, siempre habrá pecado, prepárate para arder en él.

One breakdown, and I ended up behind the locked doors of Bluebone Ridge Sanitarium. Something is wrong here. It whispers through the cracked windows, coils beneath the floorboards, and breathes in the frozen Washington air that never truly warms, even in the summer. Something hungry. At night, the screaming starts. I'm locked in like prey, and the dark watches with hollow eyes. When someone—or something—finally sets me free, it isn't a mercy. Because whatever haunted Bluebone Ridge followed me out. It's ancient… starving. And now it knows my scent and the taste of my blood.

I woke up with no memory and a child growing in my belly. The kind healer calls me Elif, and the handsome merchant Sinan looks at me like I'm his salvation. I should be grateful for this peaceful life, for gentle touches and soft words. But my dreams are full of dark eyes and consuming darkness. My hands know how to kill even when my mind doesn't remember why. And when the Shadow Lord comes for me—claiming I'm his wife, his property, his obsession—my body recognizes what my heart has forgotten. He says I belong to him. He says I'm carrying his heir.

Cuando Sarka Koroleva puso los ojos sobre aquel hombre de rictus serio e insondable, supo que iba a enseñarle mucho más que fórmulas matemáticas que le aceleraran el corazón. Gavrel Kovalev no solo era el padre de su mejor amiga, sino también profesor en su último año de instituto, en el que se verían obligados a vivir bajo el mismo techo.

After six years of underground fights, a saviour emerges from the shadows. With secret-filled onyx eyes and a past as tangled as mine, his salvation from the cartel has strings attached. I'm a bargaining chip, delivered to my brother's best friend and the infamous Anaconda Team. Yet freedom is a bittersweet victory that comes at a cost.

¿Qué lleva a Elon Kone a ser friegaplatos de día y estríper de noche? Quizá sea lo mismo que empuja a la heredera del imperio Yang a buscar su fortuna en el interior de una galleta. Bastará una noche en el SKS para que sus mundos colisionen, muerdan la manzana y el sabor de la tentación adquiera nombre de pecado. Mentiras, secretos... La venganza es dulce y se sirve en plato frío. Un juego peligroso en el que el devorador puede convertirse en devorado. Déjate seducir por la gula y sumérgete en el placer de la traición.

Esta novela está llena de conspiraciones, inquietud, lucha, sensualidad y amor. Lea las instrucciones de este medicamento y consulte al farmacéutico. Y si el farmacéutico todavía no se lo ha leído, recomiéndeselo.

I wasn’t looking for anything more than a night at The Players Club to forget my troubles. But then Ford Perish crashed into my life with a body made for sin and a smoldering stare that promised things no man ever dared to offer me. When trouble at work turned into a full-blown threat, Ford became more than a temptation. He became my full-time bodyguard. My living, breathing, test of control. Living under the same roof as this infuriating man was delicious torture. He invaded my space, my mind, and my body until there was no part of me he didn’t own.

Cuando tus padres te abandonan una fría noche de invierno en el interior de un contenedor de desechos, tienes dos opciones; o aferrarte a la vida con avaricia, o dejarte arrastrar por la muerte. Ares Black no tuvo la mejor de las infancias, pero sí una que le garantizó un futuro que nadie hubiera esperado. De día vivía rodeado de lujo, suntuosidad y joyas, de noche se desnudaba en un club, cubriendo su identidad bajo la máscara del sexo y el desenfreno.

After four years, I'd finally found a place that felt like home: Olympus, the estate that houses the Pantheon and the three men who have stolen my heart. Now, I'm alone and on the run again. This time, I'm not only hiding from the monster who was my tormentor and torturer for two years, I'm also fleeing from Ares, Vulcan, and Hades, desperate to keep them safe. My plan is simple: stay hidden until Matello Magri is taken care of. But Ares Sarkellis has a plan, too. One that involves capturing me, a ring, and some serious forever-type vows.

Una rosa recuerda en su forma a una espiral; una que se cierra sobre sí misma. Una rosa es, entonces, siempre, un misterio que se devela, que se abre, pétalo a pétalo, si se la sabe rozar con habilidad. Mary Browning es esa rosa y ese misterio, incluso para quienes más la conocen. Mary...

I had a plan. It was simple. Find my sister, bring her home, and then disappear where no one could find us—especially him. But you know what they say about plans? They have a tendency to go awry, like a train off the tracks barrelling in the wrong direction… toward the wrong people. That's what happened. Them. Jericho. Sheppard. Arrow. The mafia heir and his two best friends. They came into my life with obsession bleeding through their veins, and the only person they saw—was me. Theirs.

The lovely attorney kept a secret from me. A baby she’s been carrying since Valentine’s night. The night we were thrown together by the roulette wheel. She never contacted me. Meant to keep me in the dark. She’s about to find out what happens when you cross a bratva boss.

Agobiada por un nuevo encargo para la revista LUO, Ana tiene que perderse en lo más profundo del país en busca de un argumento sólido para su artículo. Allí se topará con Juan, un tipo grande, fuerte y con muy malas intenciones. Cualquier contacto entre Ana y Juan chirría como una cerradura oxidada, por lo que ella debe preguntarse por qué ha caído entonces siete veces entre sus brazos. Asesinos en serie, bandas de música que aparecen de la nada y verdura, mucha verdura, serán los ingredientes de esta novela corta y divertida.

Leo Kincaid is my kryptonite. Ruthless. Lethal. Arrogant. Handsome as sin. So when he offers me one night of passion, I take it. Being with him is like nothing I've ever known. It's the hottest night of my life. But every time one thing feels right, ten fall apart.